hot time in the country

So after a pretty short weekend I've got a ton of things to post on, so I'll try to keep it short. Key word, try.

Saturday, The Lady and I played two games of "hey whose that" back to back, both of which went smoothly. For those not familiar with the game, as I just invented it, it is when you go to a social event/outing with your significant other and are the only one in the room who is not the dominant race, thus leading to the others in the room to ask themselves....yeah you guessed it.

For the first round, I had home field advantage, and we went to the closing ceremony of an African American Male enrichment program. A program I was a former member and mentor for, yadda yadda yadda it went well, and the food, greens, mac/cheese and chicken...surprisingly baked, was delicious.

With a quick pit stop at the movies. (Stepbrothers, which was exactly how it looks) I relinquished home field and was in the road team locker room for round two of "hey whose that". Now let me fill you in, that The Lady comes from a rural background, in some circles they may call it country even, however she, herself is all big city sass. Meanwhile some of her family members are every bit "rural". To be honest, I get a little skeptical at these events, but her family could not have been kinder.

It was roughly 150 people, drinking, dancing, remembering, drinking, carrying on, drinking and having a good time, all while drinking. Some highlights of the afternoon included, me drinking 2 Guiness' at a time the entire afternoon. The Lady's Stepmother demanding that I dance with her in front of everyone while no one else was dancing, as she continued to scream at me I DONT CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK!!. Same said Stepmother referring to The Lady's mother as Catwoman for half the afternoon was a trip, mind you she would the purr and show her claws each time she said it.

It should also be noted that T.L's father had, what we in the Hip Hop community would call, a strong pimp hand. As in the front yard sat his totally pimped out Chevy for everyone to gawk at with personalized tags, also rather than dance with either his current or ex-wife, who were both at the function, just let them dance with each other all night as he just straight kicked it, priceless. I have a whole lot more to say about this event, and its a safe assumption that I will reference it in the forthcoming months, but I'm in the office and have to get up on this conference call soon. (yes babe, I had a great time, and am not joking or dogging anyone)

Speaking of being in the office, I get the vague feeling that everyone else is at their computers trying to look as busy as I am, ohhh if only they could see what is on my screen. Mets scores, Obama news, this blog, kinky hand puppets, oh the joys of masquerading around as an adult...sorry if this post was boring, it was fun to me. Conference call time...